Re: Part 62d - Desperately seeking Sephiroth
The chapel door stands wide, greeting worshippers.
The interior of the structure is very plain. Simple stone and wood, and little in the way of decoration. There are windows, at the far end of the single room, tall and narrow, each with numerous small panes of thick glass. Candles are everywhere, supplementing the dim, yellowish light which filters in through the windows.
Below the windows is an altar, draped in white cloth, a little frayed and faded, and clearly patched. On the altar are three wooden figures, each a couple of feet tall, two men and a woman. The men are both armed, one with a sword, the other with a large hammer. The swordsman's face is covered by a large helm, the other man's face is bare.
The woman is not armed, and her hands are stretched out to the side. She appears to be holding a hoop, or large wheel, of some description, between her hands.
There are a twenty or thirty people seated on the pews, facing the altar, most with their heads bowed.
Behind the altar, a rope leads up to the ceiling, and there is a young man pulling at it quite zealously, causing a bell, presumably in the spire above, to chime. A second, older man is with him, dressed in a dark yellow robe, and leaning on a cane. That one glances towards the door as Trista and Chance enter, then hobbles towards them, beaming.
"Welcome. Welcome. We seldom see strangers at chapel... please come in and make yourselves comfortable, though that may be difficult. We are a poor community, and the pews are hard. The service will start shortly."
"I am the godspeaker of this township." He looks down, and gestures towards the robe, "Obviously."